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It Is A Characteristic Of Pleasure That We Can Never Recognize It To Be Pleasure Till After It Is Gone.

In The Entire Circle Of The Year There Are No Days So Delightful As Those Of A Fine October.

Love Is But The Discovery Of Ourselves In Others, And The Delight In The Recognition.

It Is Not Of So Much Consequence What You Say, As How You Say It. Memorable Sentences Are Memorable On Account Of Some Single Irradiating Word.

Every Man's Road In Life Is Marked By The Grave Of His Personal Likings.